Chapter 55 Zhao Cheng is angry! This is my father's business!
The atmosphere condensed and the noise on the wine table stopped abruptly.
Xu An clenched his fists and glared at Su Ye.
Su Ye stared back at Xu An for a while, then immediately resumed his drunken smile and said: "If the young prince thinks that what I just said was to belittle your father, I can't argue with it, because I tell the truth!"
"Why do you ask me why? Now I will tell you why!"
Su Ye pulled Xiao Luomu up and said: "Xiao Luomu, I am Brother Xiao! My family is a wealthy businessman in Qingdong City. Although he is not the richest man, the sales of makeup powder, black powder and rouge are not only in Qingdong City, but also in the entire Jingguo.
The best in the east!”
After saying that, Su Ye patted his chest and said: "I have reached an agreement with Brother Xiao. From now on, all my soap business in the east of Jingguo will be handed over to Brother Xiao!"
Su Ye said proudly: "I don't have a father. What the little Marquis said is the truth. I don't blame you. But I still have uncles and uncles, and I still have my own abilities! As long as the sales of soap in the east of Jingguo are opened,
I am the richest person in the Su family besides my uncle, and I am probably among the richest in the entire Yanchuan City. Do you think I can fly with you?!"
"Look at you again. Apart from eating, drinking, whoring and gambling, what else can you do? So am I wrong? You need a boss who can make you rich!!"
Frankly speaking, if they had not come with a purpose, Zhao Cheng and the others would have thought that what Su Ye said was correct.
Look, what's the point of eating and drinking all day long?
Compare who has the most style!
Compete to see who has the best girl!
Does it make sense?
You have to do something practical!
Zhao Cheng was stunned after hearing this. Xiao Luomu’s family is the king of cosmetics!
But what surprised him more was not this, but...
SOAP!!!
After traveling through time and arriving in Yanchuan, this was the first gadget that Zhao Cheng came up with. At that time, the sales were extremely crazy in the upper class society. It was Zhao Cheng who controlled the output and regulated the price, so that the price of soap and the market were not disrupted.
However, because Zhao Cheng did not have enough trustworthy manpower and was developing other businesses at the same time, he never increased the production of soap. He only allowed it to be sold radially outwards with Yanchuan as the center, and even the quantity given to Changsui was small.
At that time, someone came to the Changsui Palace to see the soap seller, but Zhao Cheng refused to reveal his identity and did not show up.
Now I suddenly heard Su Ye say that he wanted to hand over all the soap business in the east of Jingguo to Xiao Luomu!
Is he going to hand it over to Xiao Luomu?
Zhao Cheng is so angry and funny!
Soap is the business in which my father and I made our fortune!
Who do you think you are???
Zhao Cheng suppressed his anger and asked, "So the soap business belongs to Mr. Su. How disrespectful!"
"In the past, only some of them belonged to my Su family, but after my master's management over the years, basically all the new soaps produced in Yanchuan belong to me!"
"But the eastern part of Jingguo is so big, Mr. Su is sure that he can eat it?" Zhao Cheng further probed.
"It doesn't matter. Soon, let alone the eastern part of Jingguo, even the whole of Jingguo will be covered!"
Seeing Su Ye's confident look, Zhao Cheng's heart sank, and he suddenly had a bad feeling.
"Young Master, just help me, I won't treat you badly!"
Su Ye picked up the wine glass and said seriously: "This time I become the Fourth Young Master of Yanchuan, and I plan to hold a lively ceremony. At that time, I will invite the young masters and business elites of Yanchuan to come, which can also be considered as a blessing for our future business.
Create momentum!”
"Xiao Xiangye, the plaques of your elegant and secular manor are all inscribed by Mr. Jin Daxia Pu and others. You must have a good relationship with them. I am a conferred party, and I hope you can invite them all to support me!"
Su Ye patted Zhao Cheng on the shoulder, just like an elder brother treating his younger brother, and said: "We are all brothers from now on. If I have face, you will have face. Once this is done, I will give you the dividends from the soap business!"
The more Zhao Cheng thought about it, the more something was wrong, so that whatever Su Ye said to him later was a buzzing sound in his ears.
He stood up, kicked his chair, turned around and left.
Everyone was stunned.
"Huh, you don't know how to appreciate it!" Su Ye sneered.
Xu An looked at Zhao Cheng's back and murmured in a low voice: "Who said I am the one with the biggest temper? Your bad temper is uglier than mine!"
…
Tung Kee Trading Company.
In the hall, Dong Twelve, the owner of the trading company, was sitting at the head of the table, with a fat man in rich clothes kneeling in front of him. On both sides stood four soldiers in civilian clothes, two of whom held blunt knives in their hands.
Dao Mangsen Han!
The fat man lowered his head, big beads of sweat dripping down his chin, and the clothes behind him tore open several times, revealing scarlet wounds.
Zhao Cheng and Zhao Wu were on the other side of the screen. After listening to the fat man's words, they already knew the whole story.
Dong Twelve was once laid off from the army. He was originally from Yanchuan, and he had always been in contact with Zhao Huan and his son. After Zhao Cheng came up with the soap, he asked Dong Twelve to set up a business to sell cosmetics, and put the soap in
Sold together inside.
Zhao Cheng trusted Dong Twelve and knew that his loyalty was no problem, but his ability to run a trading firm as a boss was really worrying, so Zhao Cheng would often come over secretly to offer advice.
But in order to hide his identity, Zhao Cheng didn't come very often. He himself was a hands-off shopkeeper, and Dong Twelve was almost a hand-off shopkeeper, which allowed this fat guy to take advantage of the loophole.
The fat man's name was Liu Song, and he won Dong Twelve's trust.
Originally, Zhao Cheng told Dong Twelve the sales plan, and Dong Twelve told Liu Song. Liu Song has implemented it well in recent years, and has always sold 40% of the soap production to the Su family in accordance with regulations.
But he couldn't withstand Su Ye's frequent bribes, so he gradually increased the amount given to the Su family, and now almost all of it has been given to Su Ye.
This was not what made Zhao Cheng the most angry. The reason why he left the table in a hurry was because he was worried that the method of making soap would be leaked, otherwise Su Ye would not be so confident in what he said at the table.
Sure enough, Liu Song has reached an agreement with Su Ye, and will look for opportunities to steal the soap making method, and then Su Ye will give him more money than he can spend in ten lifetimes, allowing him to retire happily.
The more Zhao Cheng thought about it, the more frightened he became. If it weren't for Filia Chen's approach to Su Ye, he would still have been kept in the dark!
I didn’t even know I was being sold!
There are too many businesses and too few people who can be trusted and used...
Zhao Cheng sighed like this more than once.
"Master, how should we deal with Liu Song?"
Liu Song could not withstand the torture, and the matter became clear. Zhao Wu approached Zhao Cheng and asked.
Zhao Cheng suppressed his anger and said: "Take out all his property, drive him out of Yanchuan, and let his family go begging elsewhere!"
"yes!"
Zhao Wu walked out and whispered to Dong Twelve. Liu Song secretly raised his head and was stunned for a moment when he saw Zhao Wu and said: "You... are you from the Right Prime Minister's Mansion?"
"Chatty!"
Dong Twelve waved his hand and shouted: "Take it away!"
Liu Song was escorted down by four government soldiers. Zhao Cheng had just stepped out from behind the screen when he heard a miserable howl coming from outside the house.
Immediately afterwards, Yang Taozhi walked in holding a thin sword, blood slowly flowing down the tip of the sword.
Zhao Cheng said: "Sister, did you kill him?"
Yang Taozhi said coldly: "You have already recognized Zhao Wu. Why not kill him and keep him for the New Year?"